[ Featuring E.T. Outta$pace ]
Ayy
Unh
Unh
Unh
Givenchy my shirt and Dior on my feet
Put you up in a wood for f*ckin' with me
I'm good in the hood, got the pole on my seat
I'm good in the hood, got the drugs, what you need
The White, the Kush, the Oil
Got Percs, Xans, and more
Come get what you need out the store
Got damn she got ass like Lira Galore
Be sendin' these niggas to the morgue
Make sure that he dead up two shots more
When I'm done with ha shit, make sure that it's sore
Babygirl, let me nut on your pores
I'm tryna just make a list like Forbes
Get in the gym and look like Thor
If you tryna rob me, then you ask for war
Just know that we up in the muthaf*ckin' score
If you want smoke, put that shit on the floor
These niggas ain't woke, they quick to ignore
They bitch made, that shit and they aura
These niggas be hoes like Dora The Explorer
These niggas be broke want a four for four
I got Christian Louis, décor
Paint a nigga red, I'm seein' the gore
Take off his head, can't speak no more
Just know that it's war
Givenchy my shirt and Dior on my feet
Put you up in a wood for f*ckin' with me
I'm good in the hood, got the pole on my seat
I'm good in the hood, got the drugs, what you need
The White, the Kush, the Oil
Got Percs, Xans, and more
Come get what you need out the store
Got damn she got ass like Lira Galore
I came up off of trappin' and rappin
Had no other choice but to make this shit happen
Pass me the baking soda, out the cabinet
Cook it up, make it disappear like it was magic
Before, I was servin' was snatchin' and grabbin
I would hit me a lick just to upgrade my fashion
Ain't had no bed, I slept on a air mattress
Got that pack made, it flip like it do acrobatics
Now I hit different, them young niggas have me
Jump on the beat, get the groove and they swaggin
Blinky on me, nigga, I'm never lackin
Got that bitch in my pocket, I shoot through the jacket
F*ck a thick bitches look like Megan Thee Stallion
Bitch, I'm a winner, I need a medallion
This that hot shit, I spit fire like a dragon
Took his lil' bitch and I peeled off laughing
Yeah, nigga, like, ha-ha
Asked for some money, she not gettin' nada
The guns that we got look like it came from Sy-Fy
Hop out on a feet, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Bullets connect with your shit like some Wi-Fi
Grrr, turn his white tee to a tie-dye
Just might jump out on yo ass like a skydive
Put that lil' bitch in the bag like a hot fry
I don't f*ck with these niggas, I ain't givin' out high-fives
So, nigga, no reach for no dap
YTB, I put this shit on the map
I'm really livin' like that, nigga, this ain't no cap
Get his ass gone, just as quick as a snap
Look how that nigga go poof
We got sticks in this bitch, let him hang out the roof
Alief South West in this bitch, what it do
Givenchy my shirt and Dior on my feet
Put you up in a wood for f*ckin' with me
I'm good in the hood, got the pole on my seat
I'm good in the hood, got the drugs, what you need
The White, the Kush, the Oil
Got Percs, Xans, and more
Come get what you need out the store
Got damn she got ass like Lira Galore
Givenchy my shirt and Dior on my feet
Put you up in a wood for f*ckin' with me
I'm good in the hood, got the pole on my seat
I'm good in the hood, got the drugs, what you need
The White, the Kush, the Oil
Got Percs, Xans, and more
Come get what you need out the store
Got damn she got ass like Lira Galore
